In a sign that my life may be returning to something resembling the normal of Before Times (life before March 11, 2020), I've resumed fish on Thursdays.
Longtime readers with good memories may recall, fish on Thursdays at my house isn't connected to Lent or anything like that. It's simply that for many years, I had the house to myself on Thursday evenings. I could eat whatever I wanted — raw tomatoes (husband Joe is allergic), cooked cauliflower (he hates it), roasted brussels sprouts (ditto), asparagus (ditto), sweet potatoes (you guessed it) and fish — and catch up on all my favorite tearjerker shows.
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